His last day was a great day
Time no longer existed
His life was lived so well he was brought up to the clouds with a swell. Quick it was with halted release this great man of God whose life was lived.
Death’s tears ran down her face, a final release an Angel was made. She watched through the panes of the glass, his Golden love not far behind and then behold infinite with out time.
His silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light, his last day was a great day his future was so bright.
The light drew near and the sky lit up, his silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light peace at hand, an end to a night.
Be still and listen,
I love you Uncle Athos. Thank you God for letting me walk with you, my GodFather in this life, a Chinese man from French Guiana that lived on the most eastern island off the coast of South America. My Fathers brother he was, a smorgasbord are We, from the north to the south, the east and the west We cover the earth with all that is blessed.
The tall green trees with roots that grew up, the Banyan tree, a different kind of people are We.
Death sat at the left hand side of her Father and it was all going to be all right.
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